Page 16 of Their Little Snow Angel
I can only nod, speechless, as he reaches behind my neck and tugs on my bikini tie, loosening it. The triangles that cover my breasts fall.
“You’re gorgeous.” Brody cups my breasts, but he’s staring into my eyes. “I hope you know that.”
For the first time, I really feel like it—like I’m gorgeous. Someone to be treasured.
“You’re getting started without me?” Heath returns to the living room, my purple duffel in his arms.
“Couldn’t resist.” Brody stands, helping me up with him. “Look at this gorgeous girl.”
Hot pleasure courses through my body as he traces my nipples. Bending slightly, he takes one in his mouth and swirls his tongue around it.
This has never felt so good.
Heath’s eyes lock on the two of us while Brody sucks on me and removes the rest of my top and my bikini bottoms. The towel around Heath’s waist juts forward, pushed by his erection.
“Just to be clear, angel.” Heath rubs his hand over the towel, stroking himself. “You want this. Sex with both of us. Tonight.”
“Yes.” I nod for emphasis. “I want this. Sex with both of you.”
The smile on Heath’s face is full of heat. “Which of these toys should we try out first? You’ve already played with a dildo…” He pulls out a toy still in its packaging. “Here’s a plug. Do you have any lube in here?”
Eep.
Brody is still touching me. He must feel me tense up. “Hey, we’ll be gentle. I’m sure you’re going to love it. And if you don’t, we’ll stop. Easy.”
I want to cover my face. This is a lot. Too many decisions.
“Okay, angel.” Brody places a firm hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to decide. We’re telling you, it’s time to try the plug. You can always say stop. Understand?”
“I understand.” Relief whooshes through me. This is better. “What, um…what do I do?”
The men exchange a look.
Brody says, “You’re going to get up on Heath’s dick. We’ll get you nice and distracted. Then I’ll lube up the plug and put it in.”
I can’t help but direct my gaze toward Heath. I’m going to “get up on Heath’s dick.” Brody just said those words out loud. To me.
Heath rummages in the bag until he finds a box of condoms. Then he sits on the floor, his back against the couch, and unwraps the towel around his waist.
His cock is hard and juts upright. He looks directly at me and runs his hand up and down the length. “Do you want this, pretty angel?”
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Do I want that? He’s looking at me in question, his hazel eyes full of lust, his hand on his cock.
“Very much.” My voice is hoarse.
“Then crawl over here and put the condom on for me.”
I start to walk, but Brody stops me with a hand to my shoulder. “He said crawl, angel.”
I drop to my hands and knees, pleased because Heath said what he wanted, and he meant it literally. I know how to follow those kinds of instructions. I crawl over to him, as fast as I can, eager. My breasts sway as I go, and Heath’s gaze flicks from my face, to my breasts, and back again.
“So fucking sexy,” he says in a low voice.
When I reach him, he hands me the condom. I rip the foil and slide the rubber over his length, caressing him as I do it. He groans and holds my hand over his cock, squeezing me around him. He’s firm and thick and I want him inside me so very, very much.
